Smooth Brain Urban Dictionary Novels & Stories

Bella. My brain was vacant, I could come up with a single thought, nothing was going on in my head. I was beyond certain if you threw something in there, it’ll echo. I searched my head, trying to come up with something, an answer, a funny comeback. I always had my treasure stack of comebacks ready to serve. It’s why Madame C nicknamed me smart mouth. I probably looked like a dumb fish opening and closing my mouth beneath him, his cock still glistening in my face.

Grace You know that moment when you’re just fucked? And I don’t mean the good kind, I mean the kind where your brain scrambles like a panicked mouse mapping escape routes. Duck left, dodge right, maybe bluff your way out, but every single path ends the same. That was me, right now. Fucked.

a cracked voice came out from a face that was no longer Cassie's but one that Henry instantly recognized. He watched the tiny pieces of chess wiggle and turn over Cassie's face and had been enough of a distraction as Henry did not see the six inch blade made out of chess pieces conjoined over each other and find its way to the base of his skull. Henry then felt something sharp tear through his skin at the back of his neck, feeling the jagged blade of chess pieces slice through his precious medulla and puncture his brain. . . What does it really mean to be smart?

I’ve seen that from last night through this morning. “I think your brain is clogged from lack of air, we say congratulations.” I help him out, my fingers massaging his scalp when I know fairly well it isn’t going to make him feel any better. “For someone rumored to be so fucking smart, you’re quite dumb.” I tug harder and he coughs, his laugh coming out choked. “No offense of course, you’re a bit touchy I see.” “What are you talking about?” I ask, referring to the first thing he said. He laughed again, this time it came out clearer as I released him.

He could hear the insects chirping and the birds already singing, the wind howling as it beat against the nearby trees. 'Wait, it doesn't feel right. Why do I hear insects and birds? I should be in my bed' Baji thought subconsciously as he forced his eyes open immediately, but the light from the surrounding flooded his eyes and caused him to shut them again. 'Something doesn't feel right' He kept thinking, his brain slowly waking up again. He opened his eyes again and this time it had adjusted to the lights, so he was able to keep them open longer than before with no discomfort.

Something new is working through my head. “I’m not drunk enough to let you win yet.” My comment to the youngest Hosa, Sokin, comes out before I have any control over it. I know I would have tasted, if not felt, the effects if they tried to drug me. Not to mention Haru would have smelled it. Something new is working through my head. An unnatural calm and easy association. Like every muscle is coiled so tight it might snap and my brain is as loose and relaxed as it’s ever been, when it’s always very much the opposite with me.

As if a bucket of water was poured down, the ladies' expressions turned sour. "Wait a minute," the guy excused while getting his phone. "I have a dictionary application here," he said then browsed at his phone screen. "These are the synonyms of the word dumb. It says: fool, stupid, idiot and gullible." He stopped for a moment. Next, he looked alternately at Almond and the other girls. "What should I do?" He heaved a sigh. "I don't think these words are enough to describe the other girls. What about? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Ahh! What about..." Before he uttered his last words, the smile on his face disappeared, "BRAINLESS?" He uttered in cold tone while poring at Freesia and the other women.

I wоuldn’t want tо аttrасt more attention thаn I nееd to. I fееl gооd. I may hаvе dоnе thе wrоng thіng gоіng to Cаlіbеr, but I’m pretty frіggіng smart, wоrkіng оut the fіrе аlаrm escape. Mу ѕеnѕеі would bе рrоud. Brаіnѕ аnd brawn, bаbу. Who ѕауѕ the ѕhоrt сurvу gіrl саn’t kісk ѕоmе ass when іt соmеѕ down to it?

Huhuj, I was suddenly afraid of him. "Is this... for... Steven??" accurate ganern, you are correct there Hubby you are really smart! Hey, you're not always smart because you're stupid sometimes, Hubby, I feel sorry for you sometimes. Because I'm smart and you-- it just hurts me to call you stupid. It's like this, it really hurts---- 'Oh don't dance like you're crazy' can I get my brain out of my head!? Destroy the moment! It's okay, I want to dance even if I look possessed when I dance.

Captain rubbed his face. “Yeah… you killed your family,” Smart whispered painfully. The memories of their dead family played inside his mind. Their smile, their laughter, their sadness, everything that he kept inside poured out like a full well. Those memories that played like a movie were also sent telepathically to everyone to deepen the sentiment. “Ugh!” “Shit!” “I hate this.” “Stop it, Smart.” Everyone was groaning, wrinkling their forehead, and frowning their cheeks. Those movements amplified the amber of rage inside their hearts.